Seabird Do you ever wonder What it must be like To be a bird Gliding on invisible currents From above, a white speck Crawling on wrinkled, dark-blue silk Sunlight glances off the waves like a thousand Diamonds. Ever-changing, and yet All around A vast expanse of blue Like an eternal desert From below, a white shape With outstretched wings, flying in A clear blue sky, cloudless, monotone, The vast, flat dome of air. No matter how far you look Nothing to break the line Never-changing A world of endless continuity From the side, a white streak Soaring in a background of blue Cobalt and indigo mix Into a misty horizon. And do you wonder If they ever get lonely Up there All alone? I do. But then I remember Though there is no life in sight A seabird will always find Its way home. Dora Wang
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